16. Heather
16
Heather
Y es, it was bold to tell him to get condoms, but my mind was made up.
Maybe it was partially the beer talking, quieting my insecurities and inhibitions, but I’d decided I was going to enjoy David Strickland’s finer points while he was still in town.
I needed to purge all memory of my ex, the last man I’d had sex with two years ago, out of my body and my mind.
David was well equipped to be just the man to do it. At least I hoped he was.
As my hands trembled, I couldn’t get the keypad code right for the door of the condo. It wasn’t my place and even after a week I still struggled with it sometimes.
Tonight I really wasn’t in the mood to waste time fighting with it.
Eventually I managed to concentrate long enough to get the door open and the moment I did, I jumped David. Literally. I jumped up, wrapped my arms and my legs around him and smashed my mouth against his.
He caught me with both hands on my butt and turned to brace me against the wall. With one hand still holding me up, he managed to close and bolt the door with the other.
This is what I had been missing out on by not having a man in my life. Someone to have sex with. Someone to worry about my security and double lock the door for my safety. Not equal tasks by any means, but I guess one was necessary for us to move on to the other.
David swept his cowboy hat off his head and tossed it onto the table just inside the door before supporting me with both hands again.
He groaned as his tongue breached my lips.
My back pressed against the wall, I answered his groan.
This was hot. The man couldn’t wait to kiss me until we’d gotten all the way inside.
Oh, wait, it had been me who’d kissed him. But still, he was all in. Definitely a willing participant.
“Bed?” I asked, pulling away so I could speak and breathe.
This manly act was sexy and all, but I knew there was a king-sized bed in the other room that we’d be much more comfortable in. And there, without having to hold me up, David would have the use of both his hands.
“Where?” he gasped.
“Down the hall.”
He grunted in reply. He had been reduced to single word sentences and grunts. I didn’t mind one bit.
The less he talked, the less likely we’d find something to disagree on. Now that we’d landed on common ground, I didn’t want one of our frequent arguments to mess it up.
He could have let me walk to the bedroom. He didn’t. He carried me there and I was fine with that.
I could feel his erection through his jeans, rubbing right at the juncture of my thighs.
The delicious friction with every step he bumped one critical spot. I was nearly coming by the time we reached the bedroom and he set my feet on the ground.
I tugged at the hem of his shirt, but he didn’t have the patience to wait for me to undress him. He pulled it up and over his head, tossing it on the floor and standing bare chested before me.
I’d been intent on getting his belt open next, but the sight of his broad chest and hard muscles stole all thought, even my best intentions.
He saw me staring and his lips twitched. “My turn, darlin’.”
My shirt was off and joining his on the floor before I knew what was happening. He popped one of my breasts out of my bra and bent his knees so he could take me in his mouth.
He managed to get my jeans undone while I was too busy enjoying the sensation of his teeth scraping my nipple to notice.
His palm against my belly was the short prelude to his fingers on my clit. The first touch had a cry tearing from my throat as my knees buckled.
He’d barely circled me one time and I drew in a stuttering breath. He repeated the move and my muscles clenched.
David pulled back to see my face as he circled again harder. My eyes slammed shut and my head fell back on a gasp.
He blew out a curse and went to work in earnest.
I was coming in under a minute. His breathing matched mine as we both sucked in air like we were drowning. Me, from coming so hard. Him, from making it happen.
My muscles were still throbbing when David lifted me and tossed me on the bed.
He struggled to get his jeans off.
Kicking off his boots while hopping on one foot, he managed to get undressed without killing himself. And that was good because I wasn’t nearly done with him yet.
Especially not when I saw what he had for me.
His cock bobbed between us, long and hard and ready for the condom he slid on himself.
Crawling on the bed between my legs, he said, “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you and your tiny toy car.”
“You did nothing but fight with me.” I gasped as he pushed inside with one smooth hard stroke.
“Yup. Made me hard as nails every time you showed your sass.” He bottomed out inside me and pulled back for another stroke. “Damn, you feel good.”
He slid deep again and I felt the stroke send tingles all the way up my spine, while my muscles clamped down on him as I felt another orgasm build.
“Right back atcha, big guy.”
He tangled his hand in my hair. “Fuck. I’m not gonna last with you gripping me like that.”
“Then we’re going to have to do it again.”
He bowed his spine and sunk deep, his eyes rolling back.
I was getting close. If he could just hold on a little longer?—
He picked up speed and pounded himself to completion, collapsing on top of me in a big heavy gasping heap before I’d had a chance to reach the peak again myself.
“You owe me an orgasm,” I mumbled, crushed against his damp skin.
“I gave you one.” His response vibrated through his chest.
“I was close to another one. You cheated me out of it.”
David slid his hands beneath my butt and held me close, making small circular motions against me even as I felt him only half hard inside me.
The friction was just right, the angle perfect. The climax that had hovered just out of reach broke over me as I clutched at his butt with both hands and held him close.
He stayed deep inside and rode the wave with me.
Blowing out a breath when the pulsing of my body finally slowed to a stop, David said, “I should have bought two boxes.”
I’d seen what he came out of the store with. A three-pack. I guess that was the only size they had at the all-night convenience store.
Given the all-consuming, mind-blowing intensity of what had just happened between us, I had to agree. One time was not going to be enough. Three might not do it either.
My cell started vibrating somewhere in the room. “That’s my phone,” I said.
“And?” he asked, still facedown on top of me.
“I was going to check it.” Was going to, except for the hindrance of the two hundred pounds of man on top of me.
“I’m still inside you,” he pointed out.
“And?”
“You’re really going to check your phone now ?” he asked. “It’s like two in the morning.”
“I think it might be closer to three and that’s exactly the point. It could be serious. Something might be wrong.”
He sighed and rolled off me. Standing, he padded to the adjoining bathroom and dispensed with the condom, before coming back to the bedroom.
“And it could be Lucy seeing if you got lucky,” he said as he picked through the tangle of clothing on the floor.
The man looked really good naked while picking up the bedroom and folding my clothes. I could get used to this.
Even with as good as he looked, I couldn’t resist teasing him. “Did I? Get lucky?” I asked. “I don’t think I needed to be all that lucky. I think I could have had you without any luck at all.”
His brows rose at that. “Keep this up, missy, and you’ll be over my knee.”
“Promises, promises,” I teased.
He stopped dead in his search and gave me a look that said keep pushing him and I would find myself right where he’d threatened.
I smiled sweetly. “Find the phone yet?” I asked and waited.
He picked up my jeans and finally found the cell in my pocket after it vibrated again.
“Another text from Lucy,” he said, handing the phone to me after a quick glance at the screen. “It seems she has a lot to say. I have to wonder if that’s good or bad when it comes to her and Drew.”
I looked at the short preview of Lucy’s text on the screen and frowned. “I don’t think it’s about Drew.”
“Why? What does it say?” He sat on the bed, leaning on one elbow to try and see what I was looking at.
I unlocked the cell to read the rest of the message.
LUCY: Look what is trending!
Attached was a screen shot of the trending list on Tweeter. And top of the list was STRICKLAND FEED.
Wondering if this was a good sign or a bad sign, I swallowed hard and glanced up at David. “You’ve gone viral.”